I can hardly bare to walk away from them. Yesterday, I tried to put them down to work on something else, but didn’t make it through more than three rounds. The idea that maybe I can’t work on them on the metro and should find something else makes me twitch.

Can’t tell you what it is, really. The pattern has bobbles. Bobbles! Those weird little lumplings that go on baby blankets and sweaters. I have no idea who would put them on a sock (evidently, the chick who wrote the pattern, huh?), and I almost left them off, but I’m glad I didn’t. They’re fun, and break up the ribbing just enough. The yarn is the gooiest most girley thing I have ever knit with, and the whole thing just makes me unreasonably happy.